 Friends         | Im a furry and please be nice to me  wake up 0  For those who dont know, I am currently homeless after my dad tried to attack me, so I wont be on all that often as i have no phone. I'll try to keep in touch by texting from time to time via the public librarys computers but i cant make any promises.  I'm really sorry he did that, and that you don't feel safe at home. Wish I had a place to offer... Just know that, no matter what, you DO have people who care about you and you DO matter!  Ain't a carbon copy, no sir, I'm original Lately it's been paying dividends and residuals I just love to be myself, not your typical individual I see every trait of mine like it's advantage Wear 'em on my sleeve like a badge, not a bandage I believe these flaws are gold, just so you know I'm a little much, sometimes I show it I can be a saint or a sinner, God knows it I ain't gonna run from it when I'm in the moment I'm gonna own it, ain't afraid to own it I will not deny the fact I ain't perfect Every scar I got, I got because I earned it I will never run from it when I'm in the moment I'm gonna own it, own it, ain't afraid to own it life's bittersweet melody, the nectar of joy, and all possible rise of melodious hatred and love in its eternal dance with daggers in one hand and a heart in the other, for neither are stronger than the other, at least not in the barest sense. for love is stronger than hatred as it holds the world together and will never truly fight hatred but deflect its harsh words and jabs with its solemn embrace. what are we to judge this eternal dance, for our lives are fleeting in their eyes and only a spec of dust in winds bygone. what is in a lie? a lie is something that is a bittersweet distraction, an anomalous rephrased question. why do we lie? to hide from a fact that we cannot accept, to trust in our minds to do the rest, but why do we see a lie as something wrong, foul and bitter; when it is something miraculous? for we never see truth in life, we only see lies, for we are incapable of seeing the picture as a contemplated whole. people would tell you to walk a mile in my shoes. don't do that; you'll get bored quickly. try being inside my head; you won't last ten seconds. what is life without a cause, walking without purpose? where has our innocence gone? a nation lost under many a man's sun, from where have we come? history is shrouded under the books we've changed. Is it wrong to wish for a nation of truth? where we can walk the streets without fear or ridicule? can we walk along kings and still have a commoner's mind? many would think not my friend. No, I may not be a man of philosophy, but I AM a man of change. so come forth all ye who wish the same, listen to my words, and all be mind of the same.  thank you for letting me know. It's disgusting that he would do that, I thank you for your diligence and honesty. I am saddened to inform you all that I may be leaving wire soon. There are not really many reasons for me to stay with all of the mean people online. It takes a toll on me just to not lash out at the people who injure others for their own gain, the bullies, the people who just ignore basic human rights, and the blatant racism and death-threats I get in chat rooms. A fragile heart A heart is a fragile thing. Mine's broken, and you may ask why. It started with a girl and four words, "I'll love you forever." I was young, and love then was a fool's errand. I should have known better than to trust in the word forever, in view of the fact that it also means never. I close my eyes and see her face. During moments of silence, I hear her voice. Soft like silk on the wind, and kind like the gentle caress of mother embrace. What has loving gotten me but a broken heart? I loved a person and gave them everything, and when she was gone, so was a part of me. Now all that is left are the yet so-distant pieces of memory. How did it feel? Like pins of ice shoved into my heart, coals in my lungs, and thoughts of betrayal, then gone in a blink. A heart is a fragile thing. Don't mess with someone's love. Taking it for granted, is to make it near impossible to love again. A heart fractured into pieces, a person once whole... Now lost to themselves with their heart to love saying nevermore... Yep, TwT. The only reason for that is because I have felt those emotions. View all 5 posts I know I'm normally a kind person, so forgive me for what I'm going to say. people who use their job title, profession, or knowledge to tear people apart should burn in hell. I'm not talking about police officers or stuff; I am talking about people who use their title as an excuse to cause someone emotional harm or stress. it makes me sick! if anyone does that in front of me they had best expect me to lash out. a certain person said and did some stuff to make people leave wire. I don't give a shit if they work for the state. I will not accept it. I know who you are. do it again and YOU WILL regret it! |
